Post by Viscis Tractus on Feb 20, 2012 17:42:46 GMT -8
(July 19th, open for all spirits/people with the ability to observe the spirits.)
Viscis Tractus stood on the desert plain, the darkened sky a clear indication of what shouldn't be. He turned around, walking to the smooth tabletop made out of pure black ice. He sat at the head of the table and waited for the others to arrive. This was a meeting to discuss the deeds of the war and what needed to be done to ensure the equivalence for both sides. His form of the night sky shimmered slightly as a giant clock appeared behind him, letting out a wailing bong as it scheduled the time of arrival for the next spirit who just walking up now.......
Viscis Tractus stood on the desert plain, the darkened sky a clear indication of what shouldn't be. He turned around, walking to the smooth tabletop made out of pure black ice. He sat at the head of the table and waited for the others to arrive. This was a meeting to discuss the deeds of the war and what needed to be done to ensure the equivalence for both sides. His form of the night sky shimmered slightly as a giant clock appeared behind him, letting out a wailing bong as it scheduled the time of arrival for the next spirit who just walking up now.......
